a poem for elisha

 my friend he teaches me to be free 
 he teaches me
 to try yes, to simply try
 that is all that is required 
 and I am proud to sit in 
 his shadow as 
 the rain falls or 
 the sun burns my day 
 I am proud to say 
 I was not there in the battles 
 I was not there in the kibbutz 
 in the dry dusty streets 
 waiting for the army trucks 
 waiting for the war 
 I was not there 
 my friend was and he speaks for me 
 and he leads me 
 beside the still 
 waters 
 such is my love 
 for my friend

- David Jackson
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